5 Special Things

Dinnertime conversations are rarely memorable.  But I'll tell you what is noteworthy--gathering all of our little people at one table and weathering the chorus of complaints.  If I serve anything outside the realm of chicken nuggets or mac-n-cheese, believe me, I'll hear about it.  Oh!  The cries of injustice!    

Tonight, however, the conversation--not the food--was memorable.  True to form, only 2 of the 5 were content with the menu, even though it should have been a total crowd pleaser!  The fickle little boogers ate the same thing last week and loved it.  Tonight they'd rather gag their way to time out. Children's palates, such a mystery.     

In an effort to redirect the typical complaints over both the food served and the company shared, Mr. Forget-me-not asked, Columbine, a question.  Magically, she turned to him, as if they were sharing a candlelit dinner for two.  With a quiet, trembling voice, she answered Daddy's question.  I watched their interchange as she softly held out a humble little piece of her heart.  Yet another moment to feel the  unpretentious goodness of her soul.  

Mr. Forget-me-not: "Columbine, what are 5 special things about you?"

Surprisingly and with very little hesitation, she rattled off her thoughts:

"1.  I am special.2.  I can ride my bike, by myself.
3.  I can put on my shoes, by myself.
4.  I can walk in the rain, by myself.
5.  I like lots of persons."


I love that girl, even when she sticks her tongue at potato soup and green salad.


Always on the grow,